November 16, 2009


©Billy Monday
tearful onion peeled and blooming
the layers laid scattered exposing the meaty flesh
of pungent insides and as the flame grows higher
the burning begins

the crumbling of the wall of boulders subsides
no more falling now as the ground stands still
cacophony of the muttering mildew stops
when you refuse to listen

softly slipping, closely clipping
wildly wandering, truly transient
flickering candle lit glowing path
persuading convincingly into the next darkness

1 comment:

  1. Nicely written! I was just in the cave again today, and the mildew is still muttering. Next time I'll try to stop listening.